crackling with animal rocks
treasures and trails in torment
windows burned by red-eyed stares
in the cabin-hacked valley
antennas are stabbing time
and the drugged wind listens
only to fleeting sounds
one waterfall in a bag
crushed moons in a tray of amber
the shriek of a salted fig
whole forest of screams
in a shovel hand
a pond in an airport runway
the twang of an escapee
singing for his supper of teeth.
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